It was as if a fire had ignited deep in her abdomen, quickly spreading through her entire body.
Ning Chu's face was unnaturally flushed. Though she wanted to imitate Lily's expressionless calmness, after just a few minutes, her waist weakened, and she collapsed onto the table, panting softly.
"Do you need me to take you?" Wen Yang could also see that something was wrong with her, so he stood up awkwardly, bracing himself.
While he was calm inside, his body betrayed him. The faint fragrance Ning Chu emitted had already stirred a reaction, and he had… stood at attention.
Facing Yan Xinya's shocked gaze that darted toward his leg, along with Lily's shy downward glance, Wen Yang was struggling to maintain his composure.
"Can you walk?"
Seeing Ning Chu attempt to stand but collapse back onto the chair again, Wen Yang swallowed nervously. Carefully, he reached out to wrap his arm around her soft waist and gently helped her up.
Her hands were startlingly hot. Out of intense shame, Ning Chu buried her face into Wen Yang's arm. The man's scent filled her nose, and any strength left in her legs completely vanished, leaving her draped over his arm.
"Yan Xinya, can you…" Wen Yang looked to Yan Xinya for help, but the wolf girl quickly shook her head, her ears twitching furiously.
"Nope, nope."
He even saw a hint of encouragement in her gaze.
"..."
This girl really was here for the drama.
To be honest, he didn't want to take advantage of the girl he liked. But he was confused about Ning Chu's condition. It had happened several times before—without warning, she'd fall into an uncontrollable state of arousal that only time could soothe.
Supporting Ning Chu, Wen Yang carefully positioned her to block any visible "issues" of his own as they shuffled awkwardly out of the cafeteria.
"Yo! Wen Yang!"
"..."
Outside the cafeteria, Zhang Shaoqing greeted them, then froze at the sight of Ning Chu leaning against him. "What happened to him?"
"His stomach hurts really badly." Wen Yang flinched as Ning Chu pinched his skin suddenly, his face twitching as he tried to cover it up. "The cafeteria isn't exactly clean."
"What the hell! He's hurting so bad he can't even walk?"
"Probably acute gastroenteritis. I'm taking him to the restroom."
Zhang Shaoqing eagerly stepped forward. "Let me help—"
"No need. I can handle it myself."
Wen Yang quickly cut him off and declined the offer.
"???" Zhang Shaoqing stared blankly at Wen Yang as he supported Ning Chu out of the cafeteria. Muttering to himself, he grumbled, "Damn, these two have their own little clique now?"
Evening was always the busiest time on campus.
Students swarmed the cafeteria in waves, while others headed toward the teaching buildings in groups.
Ning Chu slumped against Wen Yang, her face downcast under the curious gazes of passing students. To them, she likely just looked unwell, but she was so nervous she couldn't lift her head, terrified someone would figure out the truth.
I'm doomed, I'm doomed!
She wailed internally. This punishment was far harsher than before. After suppressing her urges so many times, her body now craved an outlet even more desperately.
A wave of embarrassment crashed over her, again and again, overwhelming her mind. Already filled with chaotic, indecent thoughts, her brain simply decided to shut down, leaving her dazed.
Wen Yang finally brought Ning Chu to the public restroom. He scanned their surroundings cautiously, ensuring there were no other students around.
"We're here…"
Sensing something strange, Wen Yang glanced down. Ning Chu had slumped against his chest, her hands resting on his shoulders, her unfocused eyes staring directly at him. She arched slightly, moving her waist in small, cat-like motions as if she were rubbing against him. Her full lips parted slightly, releasing soft, shallow breaths.
For a moment, Wen Yang's rationality almost exploded.
Fortunately, he swallowed hard and firmly pushed her away. "Stop it. What's wrong with you?"
He knew Ning Chu wasn't usually like this. He also understood that if he took advantage of her now, Ning Chu would choose to run away the moment she regained her senses.
But Ning Chu didn't relent. She clung to him again, letting out kitten-like whimpers as she hugged his waist.
"..."
The almost full-body contact made it impossible for Wen Yang to ignore her pressing against him. Flustered, he glanced nervously at the restroom door before dragging her further inside—into the men's room.
It wasn't because he wanted to do anything inappropriate; he simply didn't want anyone else to see Ning Chu in such a seductive state.
Ignoring whether someone might urgently need the restroom, Wen Yang closed the door behind them and locked it.
He then grabbed Ning Chu's shoulders, shaking her slightly before pushing her back firmly. "Calm down!"
Ning Chu stumbled back two steps, her body hitting the tiled wall. The slight dull pain made her freeze, yet the strange pleasure from the sensation made her legs go soft, and she slid down the wall, landing on the floor.
Luckily, the school's cleaning staff kept the place in excellent condition; the restroom tiles looked cleaner than the dorm room floor.
Her rationality returned slightly.
She struggled to lift her head and look at Wen Yang, her eyes finally gaining some clarity.
After all, this wasn't the first time she had lost control in front of Wen Yang.
Instead, she was grateful it wasn't someone else here.
"Should I just leave for now?" Wen Yang couldn't bring himself to look at her alluring form. His eyes darted nervously, but he still couldn't help stealing quick glances.
"Don't…"
Ning Chu's greatest fear was that a pervert might suddenly appear in this vulnerable moment.
"But you…" Wen Yang looked conflicted, then turned his back to her abruptly. "Forget it. Suit yourself."
The space fell into sudden silence. Though he could no longer see Ning Chu, his mind wouldn't stop conjuring images of her current state.
The faint rustling sounds from behind made it worse, forcing him to imagine what Ning Chu might be doing—things that were far from proper.
"Wen Yang."
"Hmm?"
Wen Yang turned around, and what greeted him was her face—flushed with desire, rosy as a blooming peach blossom.
His gaze instinctively landed on Ning Chu's full, glossy lips, and he swallowed hard. "Are you okay now?"
"I feel terrible~"
Tears glimmered in the corners of her eyes as she tilted her head up, gazing at him pitifully. Her voice trembled, sounding as if she might burst into tears at any moment. "What should I do…"
Wen Yang's breath caught. Ning Chu's pleading, vulnerable expression shattered the last threads of his rationality.
"Ning Chu…"
Without hesitation, he leaned down and silenced her unfinished words with his lips.
Soft, warm, and with a faint sweetness…
Ning Chu froze as if struck by lightning, her eyes wide open in shock. The fiery heat that had burned through her body felt instantly quenched, like being doused with cold water.
Oh my god!
This… this is my first kiss!
Her hands shot up instinctively, pushing Wen Yang away with all her strength. She stared at him in horror, her face full of panic.
What the heck was I just doing?!